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driftfleet2018-04-02 02:11 am
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-02 02:11 am
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The Bunker of Nariba Relia | OPEN PLOT MINGLE POST
Who: Everyone!!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The bunker in the surrounding desert.
When: Sometime recently, see this post for full information. Below is the excerpt of information listed there. Feel free to make a top comment and thread out the sad truth and whatnot.
[Records buried in the library, the research facility, and cues from the power plant will eventually reveal the bunker in the surrounding desert. The passageway leads several yards underground, and it doesn’t appear to have been used in a long time. Those brave enough to venture inside will find that it is not much more than a tomb. Eerily enough, the emergency lights are still on, casting a soft red glow over sheets and the once-bodies beneath them.
It has been long enough that paper journals, books, and personal belongings (like bags and such) have deteriorated to the point of being extremely fragile. Handled with care, however, they are eager to tell a story.
“The engineers should have been more careful. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recoup my losses from this… At least I have enough money to buy a ride off this planet!”
“No one could have known this would happen. Hopefully it stabilizes so we can go home soon. In the meantime, I’ve been teaching my daughter how to count. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, and I don’t know what to tell her.”
“It’s not getting better. So many people have died that we’re running out of room in the morgue. We had to move all of the food to another room so that the smell doesn’t leach out, but we all know what’s back there.”
“The replicator was supposed to repair us, too.”
“I don’t know if we can go back yet, but it doesn’t matter. Even if the city was back to the way it was, there’s no cure for us. The dead are dead, and we lay down next to them as we wait for our turn.”
There is nothing that can be done for these people except to give them the eternal rest they deserve. Ultimately, the fate of Nariba Relia is a sad one and not altogether preventable.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The bunker in the surrounding desert.
When: Sometime recently, see this post for full information. Below is the excerpt of information listed there. Feel free to make a top comment and thread out the sad truth and whatnot.
[Records buried in the library, the research facility, and cues from the power plant will eventually reveal the bunker in the surrounding desert. The passageway leads several yards underground, and it doesn’t appear to have been used in a long time. Those brave enough to venture inside will find that it is not much more than a tomb. Eerily enough, the emergency lights are still on, casting a soft red glow over sheets and the once-bodies beneath them.
It has been long enough that paper journals, books, and personal belongings (like bags and such) have deteriorated to the point of being extremely fragile. Handled with care, however, they are eager to tell a story.
“The engineers should have been more careful. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recoup my losses from this… At least I have enough money to buy a ride off this planet!”
“No one could have known this would happen. Hopefully it stabilizes so we can go home soon. In the meantime, I’ve been teaching my daughter how to count. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, and I don’t know what to tell her.”
“It’s not getting better. So many people have died that we’re running out of room in the morgue. We had to move all of the food to another room so that the smell doesn’t leach out, but we all know what’s back there.”
“The replicator was supposed to repair us, too.”
“I don’t know if we can go back yet, but it doesn’t matter. Even if the city was back to the way it was, there’s no cure for us. The dead are dead, and we lay down next to them as we wait for our turn.”
There is nothing that can be done for these people except to give them the eternal rest they deserve. Ultimately, the fate of Nariba Relia is a sad one and not altogether preventable.]
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She wants to ask: Is that how you lost your eye?
But she's not a child anymore.
So instead, she simply shares:] My people have been at war for a hundred years. Sokka's from a point in time when it's finally over, and the Fire Nation has been defeated. I'm not. Yet. So I know what you mean, and how seeing this can just bring up... echoes.
[Because she is talking about villages, not battlefields. Villages, innocent and defenseless people, being swept away as if their lives were worth less than a single man's ambition. The loss she has seen on battlefields is far more recent... but this does not remind her of Luceti, this reminds her of home.]
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He nods, and says with some sympathy.]
Then at least you know the war will end, even if you haven't seen it yet.
[That must at least be a comfort. Though he doesn't know how much right he has to speak of war, given what he's learned in recent times of Asgard's own bloody history.]
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Yeah. That's the worst part about being in the Fleet, at least for me.
[He hooks his fingers into his belt, fixing his gaze on the horizon.]
We recently lost our home, and a great many of our people. I was brought back here only a few days after it happened - not a day goes past where I don't think about all the things I need to be doing back there, but cannot.
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The loss of a great many people.]
Oh, I'm so sorry. [It's murmured, aware that sympathy can not even begin to bridge the ocean of that loss. The only thing that had really helped her was rebuilding, with Sokka, and GranGran, and Dad when he'd been there... and then doing something about it, to try to make sure it never happened to anyone else again -- that had helped. It hadn't filled up the loss, but it had... expanded the territory of her heart, given her new places to live instead of out of lack and pain.
She's not sure what the right thing is to say. She hesitates for a moment and then:] I understand what that can be like. My village... [Her hand goes to her mother's necklace for a moment] ...was one of the ones I've seen destroyed by raids. So - I know how hard it can be, if you'd like to tell me what happened. I can listen.
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[Even if it seems like it was longer ago for Katara, he expects it still causes heartache. Something he's all too familiar with these days. When she offers to listen though, it gives him pause. Plenty of people told Thor he could talk to them when he'd woken up in the Fleet again with Ragnarok's fire freshly burning in his mind. He couldn't do it then, not for most. It had been enough to lay out the details for Natasha and Steve, to explain why soon enough he would be arriving back on Earth with the remains of Asgard. Delving into how it felt, though...]
I can, but it is a complicated matter.
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But she's also not afraid to deal with complicated matters, so if he's trying to politely provide her an out, she's going to do her best to politely maintain her offer.]
We can walk and talk, if you think that will help? Or we don't have to talk about it at all. [...] But sometimes... it helps... to say things out loud. It hurts, too, but... [glancing down and away from him, not wanting to move into a lecture or a trueism, but knowing in her bones that it's true:] ...we have to let things out to deal with them so we can adapt.
[So if not her, then she hopes he talks to somebody.]
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Let's walk back to town. I haven't much desire to stay out here for longer.
[And he might need a drink at the end of this discussion.]
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So now was the time focus on the present, and who she was walking with. She glances up at Thor as they begin, but as she isn't sure if he wants to talk about it or if he just wants to walk back to town, she's not going to break the silence just yet. She doesn't want to push him, but she doesn't want to move past the opportunity she gave him either, so it's his move.
Part of her absently notes as they move side-by-side, just how much taller he is in comparison to her.]
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He does keep his stride short in consideration for Katara's smaller size; he's gotten used to doing that for many people. After a few minutes walking, he speaks again.]
When I say we lost our home, I do not mean just the city or the buildings. The realm itself was destroyed.
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The realm.
The -- she stops short to look at him in horror.] The - whole land?
[She is thinking "kingdom", like what Ozai wanted to do to the Earth Kingdom.]
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Yes. My task now is to settle everyone in a new land. My hope is that goes as smoothly as possible, given the circumstances.
[Hope won't get them through it, not entirely. But it certainly needs to push them the rest of the way.]
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Oh, I'm so sorry. [She can't help it; she knows the words don't really help and she can't help say them anyway.] Is there no chance of resettling?
[She's just... trying to picture the damage. It's easier (though still horrible) to measure in loss of land than in loss of life.]
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There's nothing left of it. We need to go elsewhere and start again.
[After a moment, he tilts his head, expression clearing.]
Which we will. I'll see to that.
[There is absolutely no doubt in his mind or in his voice.]
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[She... tries to imagine that kind of devastation. Even after fire had torn through a place, after time, life found a way.
Nothing left.
For a moment, she's speechless. She really should say something... but all she can do is bring herself forward and start to walk with him again.
It takes the movement, coming alongside him to jolt the words loose, words like: I'm glad, and I'm sure you will and I hope so.
But they're not enough.
...and she doesn't know him. She can't imagine he'll appreciate a hug very much, even though she's tempted to do so. But once she comes alongside him she does, for a moment, just reach out to put her hand on his shoulder. She stands with him in this, without words.]
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None of us will forget what happened. Not like this place. [And that's what really disturbs him about Nariba Relia - that so many died and seemingly no one noticed. The very idea that the same could happen to the survivors of Asgard under his watch makes his blood run cold.] But Asgard isn't a place - it's a people.
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The pain and the determination are both clearly displayed in eyes. She can hear that sentence like it's some sort of - core truth for him. She doesn't have the words for it, but she recognizes it by the feel. She has a few of those herself.
Simply:] It's still hard. But it's good that the people have lived to be able to start again.
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It is. It's what I was working on before I got brought back to this place. [Crossing his arms again, he casts a glance towards the town, where at least one of the Fleet ships is visible parked nearby.] The Atroma have terrible timing.
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[It had to be killing him to be so delayed, to feel as though he'd left his people unprotected after such a terrible thing had happened.
The wasn't sure what else to say, but this wasn't about what she could say - it was about listening.] ...how did it happen?
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It was a consequence of having to defeat my sister, Hela. She had taken over Asgard and was preparing to conquer the rest of the universe.
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Oh.
[ She wasn't exactly sure what to say. Her voice took on a smaller quality, almost uncertain: ] ...but you stopped her?
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[The cost was high, but he'd been willing to pay the price for Asgard's survival. He shakes his head a bit, not wanting Katara to worry about that point.]
It was the only way, in the end.
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Good. I'm glad you stopped her. [ She gives him a concerned look. ] So what happened?
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[A prophecy of doom, one that had haunted Thor's dreams for months. Now it's the memory of the event he sees when he closes his eyes - Valkyrie's voice beside him, "I hate this prophecy". Still, his tone is even. This is a story he wrote the end to himself.]
Well, my sister was the Goddess of Death. I couldn't defeat her in a fight, though I certainly tried. Her power came from Asgard itself. I realised that the only way to stop her was to destroy Asgard - by unleashing Surtur upon it, and her.
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The whole world? What happened to the people?
[ Because... stopping a goddess of death or not (whatever that title meant), if he'd been responsible for the destruction of his own people--
But then -- she knew he wasn't, he'd said that he needed to go back to help settle them so -- but still, the whole world? ]
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prepare yourself for a wall of tl;dr, and i'm sorry
i love scaling these walls
good, 'cause here's more
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